(violent j) here it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon sagging lagging dead bodies dragging on a piece of string they flop around and fling now shut your *ss up and let the juggla sing it’s the insane clown posse coming through looking for the hickies and the pr*ckies and your *ss, too everybody gets a ride in the ghost car don’t matter who you are we going straight to h*ll and it ain’t far, mr. nevers you seem to be the killjoy so get your *ss in, fat boy you can sit up in the front with the ringmaster with the ringading-dingalinga-ping-master and get your motherf*cking windpipe chopped off and your funky *ss body gets dropped off in the gutter, the wheels keep rolling throwing heads out the back nugget bowling from the…

(violent j) the exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire i found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire and it’s m*ffling the sounds throw the b*tch out and now the funk pounds yo, some say it’s just a he*rs* but it’s much worse it’s an old dark bucket with a clown curse long, dark, very spooky scary i drink an old 40 bottle full of bl**dy mary why? cause i’m violent j, sick in the nugbone i make strange sounds clowns with frowns break it on down break it up till the break of dawn look out your window, it’s the wagon in your front lawn ah, boom, aboockaboomba we do the dance of the death until you get to the car and then i pull your tongue and out slap ya in the face with it say the joker did it in the…

(violent j) we don’t do drive-by’s in the wagon instead we just get out and stab your f*cking *ss and it ain’t no telling how many clowns inside told you seventeen, but i lied cause i’m wicked and i’m wild, wicked wild i caught a wild deer, rode it home from bell isle i play the organ like an old mental case i can freak the cello, like chris kelly on b*ss in the wagon, i throw fingers out the window and when i roll the window down, you can smell indo but it ain’t mine, it belongs to a stiff over there puffing on a jim square heavy long, rumbling, tumbling step into my ride and your *ss goes stumbling out the back with your neck in a rut gotta get home before the sun comes up on my…